| I’ve been through it all,
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| the fails, the falls.
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| I’m like niagra
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| but I got right back up like Viagra.
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| I am agriculture.
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| Swagger so mean, it might insult you.
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| Ha, I’m like an ultra vulture.
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| I fuck around and catapult ya.
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| Torch ya, thought ya parents taught ya.
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| You guys is chocha, I’m gone.
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| Buenos Noches.
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| Flow, scorch ya.
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| And I don’t even write.
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| No, author.
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| So, harder.
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| So, smarter.
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| All about a dollar,
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| like 4, quarters.
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| Oh, father.
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| Will tonight be my last?
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| And if so, make sure my kids see my cash,
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| and I know, I’m silent like an elbow cast.
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| And my future will be better than my past. |
| Weezy!
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| You could love me or hate me,
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| I swear it won’t make me or break me.
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| I’m goin where ever the money take me,
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| until they funeral and wake me, and don’t wake me.
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| Cause I’m sleepin', I’m dreamin',
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| I know that there’s a better way cause I’ve seen it, lord,
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| but this faster money is so convenient.
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| And I need it, say I need it.
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| I spit movies like a VCR.
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| I spit rounds like the Tiki bar.
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| And if I got beef, I’m the meat cleav-AR.
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| And I are, the illest n****r Martin Luther King died for,
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| and I write for.
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| Holly Grove one seven Eagle street,
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| and I’m higher than the eagle’s feet,
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| but I believe in me.
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| Apple is the car street.
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| I am just an offspring.
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| Born in the ghetto, that’s why I can’t let go.
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| One call will have my dawgs on ya like an echo.
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| Baby, I am the real deal, no pickle.
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| Spit sickle-cell psycho.
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| I go, off like a mutha-f***** rifle.
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| And I’m from the underground baby like a pipe mole.
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| And I will stand tall like light poles until the light blows.
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| You could love me or hate me,
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| I swear it won’t make me or break me.
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| I’m goin where ever the money take me,
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| until they funeral and wake me, and don’t wake me.
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| Cause I’m sleepin', I’m dreamin',
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| See I’m just hustlin', livin what I believe in dawg,
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| and it’s a problem when our homies not eatin',
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| And I’m greedy, I’m greedy.
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| Share my blood, feed my family,
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| my flow will have to plead insanity.
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| So sick, I need grey’s anatomy.
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| Acid, like a bust-open battery.
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| I’m cool like LA nights,
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| I’m tight like balet tights.
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| Ay Juelz, I swear the other day I pissed Crystal.
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| These bitches tryna kick it like Jun Tao.
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| I gotta watch my head in a battle,
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| I’m just tryna stay ahead of my shadow.
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| And I’m floatin like a boat and a paddle.
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| Alligators and rattlesnakes,
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| but I promised I would take a n****r off like a Saturday.
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| Got money to validate.
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| I’m icy like carrot cake.
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| Different color diamonds make me look like a salad plate.
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| I’m straight out the alley way,
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| it’s the n****r you daddy hate.
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| Weezy F baby, great!
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| I know they love me, they hate me,
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| But I’m a G, it won’t make me or break me.
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| And you could find me where ever the money place me,
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| until you ridin’to the late me, and don’t wake me.
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| Cause I’m sleepin', I’m dreamin',
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| And me and my lord got an agreement, y’all.
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| And so I thank him every day for my acheivements.
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| And I’m Weezy, I’m Weezy. |